The Bobiverse Novels & Stories

If Oliver was around at the time that Bob called Seth, then he must have tracked the location. “This place is off the map. No one lives here anymore. I’ll have to drop you off on the street and you’d find your way from there. Your father in law agreed to my terms. I told you he would.” Bob said. Before Bob knew it, the door of the warehouse was knocked down and a mighty beast ran in. Bob was petrified and he fell to the ground. “What is this? What manner of creature is this?” Bob cried as he shook on the ground.

And eventually, losing the awe and admiration of his wife, son and their friends. "Yes, leave us with the ladies, we don't mind, Georg," Abram said, smiling. A harmless joke coming from him. “But beware of the ladies, for they have something they want from you,” The Boss replied—and that wasn't a joke. The Boss asked Gina and Rhonda to take care of his good friends, Abram and Adrian, then he shook Abram's and Adrian's hands as he excused himself from the finished lunch. Once he had left, Abram turned to Gina,

Eva and Jane picked the females in the team Emma, Giselle, Maya and Ann. “I really thought so highly of you, but you allowed yourself to be lured by a female, not even a strong one at rhat. What a shame.” Bob told mark who charged at him but saw himself flying through the air. When he hit the ground Bob sat on him landing blows after blows. Eli tried to push Bob off Mark but Harry spared into him and they both hit the ground. LORENZO MARQUES

Cerebus hovered between them, growling softly if the woman shifted too fast. Dr. Voss laid a canvas scroll on the table. She unrolled it with care, revealing not a map, but something stranger — constellations inked in red, lines like veins, fragments of languages Ellie had never seen. “Most people think Cerberus — the original — died when the gods vanished,” Voss began. Her voice carried the weight of old lectures, sharpened by obsession. “But that’s not true. He was never killed. He was… recycled.”

I continued, taking my seat and removing some pills from my drawers before throwing it right into my mouth. “Versa Link group of companies, Sir,” Barack answered. “It is owned and managed by some Mrs Rivera.” “Mrs Rivera,” I pondered before looking up. “You, what's your name?” I pointed at the stranger. “Bob, sir.” “Bob,” I repeated. “Do you know what kind of things I am capable of doing to you, Bob?” He stared at me and didn't say anything. I saw liquid drip onto the office floor tiles from his legs and a smirk escaped my lips.

“But modern science no longer permits such experiments. Aitairy’s best-selling experimental drug — which is also the drug most capable of resisting this kind of gene virus — was extracted from Bob himself.” After the two professionals broke it down and explained, everyone present — all were smart — immediately understood. “And your mother’s death?” Jessica looked at Chris. Chris nodded, his eyes filled with indescribable pain. “Uncle Max said that Bob was once a member of the International Medical Organization. Before his identity was exposed and he left, he poisoned many internal members.”

An emotion crossed Kayson’s face as he asked, “So what are you going to do next? Are you still going to continue to work for Eden Joy?” Bob shook his head. “What? Of course not! Unless I have a death wish. If not, I’ll never work for them. But it also means that I can’t stay in Skyspring anymore. I plan to bring my sister to Eastriv or Eastsea.” An idea crossed Kayson’s head after he heard what Bob said. “I have an idea. I wonder if you’re interested or not.” Bob got serious and said, “Mr. Yarde, you saved my life. Of course, I’ll listen to everything you say.”

He sank beside Lilly and I, his hand shaking visibly as he tried to steady himself. "Marcus, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He glanced around nervously before leaning in close. "I saw something," he whispered. Lilly’s eyes widened in horror. "What do you mean?" she whispered. Marcus's voice trembled as he recounted the terrifying scene he had secretly witnessed. "I was hiding in the shadows, my heart racing, as the guards dragged a screaming slave into Romain's lair. Romain was in his wolf form, bound in chains, but his eyes blazed with a fierce intensity. As they entered, he unleashed a blood-curdling howl, the sound sending chills down my spine.

"And I have fur. You're an advanced alien species—like me. Everything I told you is true, and I just want to help—I can show you my alien spaceship if you want?" "Bertie's freak show act was enough, thank you." "Bobby's freak show." Stralath corrected. "His name is Bobby. And I'm worried about his mysterious brother. We can't find him, and Bobby refuses to reach out to his sibling. Our target could be anyone." "He's the one who wants to kidnap me?" "Yes. They're vibrios—from an enemy pod. Let me help you—we can restore your fisheri abilities." "So that I can swim to my father? I have no memories of that water world. But, you'd want to use me anyway—to communicate with the fisheri."

Kaze said flatly, “Since you’re so proud of who you are, I can satisfy your need to show off. “Tell me. Who are you?” Bob grimaced without a word. His henchman pointed at Kaze and criticized. “You’re playing with fire, boy. Buck Bob calls the shots in Golden Ray. Even the Otters have to pay a protection fee to Bob to operate a medical center. “Who do you think you are to attack Buck Bob?” Eager to please Bob, the henchman approached Kaze and pulled out his baton. He said, “You better get on your knees if you don’t want to die.”